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ALVIN C. STRAIGHT, '17.
SOCIAL EVENTS 14
ALUMNI NOTES 15
Behold ! A new Wampum has arisen.
(After being discontinued for three
years a high school paper has been
printed, and though slightly smaller
than the old, we hope the readers will
find as much of interest in the new as
in the old. We realize that times are
hard and business dull at this time,
and we feel that we owe the greatest
thanks to the business men of this
town and of other towns, who have
financially lent their aid to the paper.
The scholars have spent much time in
preparing themes, essays, grinds, and
so forth. The editors and teachers
have worked together and produced a
paper of which the readers are the best
judges as to whether it is a success or
Owing to the illness of the Athletic
Editor, much of the work in that de-
partment has been done by Walter A.
We are glad to see so many in the
Freshman Class. It is the largest that
the school has had for over five years,
and we hope they will continue their
studies and graduate in full force.
Not long ago a certain college eleven
was defeated by a team it should have
outplayed. The students were some-
what disappointed with the result, but
at the same time they realized that then
was the time to cheer, a time when the
team needed all possible encourage-
ment. Accordingly, nearly the whole
school turned out at midnight and
marched half a mile through the rain
to welcome home their defeated team.
That was school spirit. School spirit
depends on each one doing his best for
the good of the school ; it depends upon
the loyalty and support of each scholar.
At Pembroke it depends upon you.
Stand by your school !
Since the Wampum was not printed
last year, perhaps some of the towns-
people have forgotten about it. If so,
buy one this year, read it, get interest-
ed in the school and its work; then
come and visit us more, and see for
yourselves what we are doing. Pupils
will do better, if they are encouraged
by the people in the town. The school
needs the people's support and good
will, and it is your duty to become fa-
miliar with what the school is doing.
If you are not interested how, the
Wampum will help you get interested.
The Literary Society was doing good
work at the first of the year, and the
members enjoyed the programs con-
sisting of debates, recitations, piano
solos, and school songs. The Society
has discontinued its meetings now, ow-
ing to the many duties of the spring
Pembroke High's most needed im-
provement is a basement. When the
building was planned, it was thought
that a basement was not neecssary, but
as each year passes, and the school
grows larger, its lack becomes more and
more apparent. The entry, in which
the boys eat their lunches, is much too
small, and insufficiently ventilated. If
a basement were built, it would serve
as a place to eat, and a part could be
fitted up as a gymnasium. It is hoped
that some time in the near future, the
town or Alumni Association will appro-
priate a sum to meet this deficiency.
How They Won Their Motor.
Jerry and Jake lived in the town of
Bockville. They were both in their
seventeenth year, and very much in-
terested in all the latest fads. They
had both attended the airship meet
held at a neighboring town the year
before, and had returned full of plans
for an airship. They procured all the
reading matter obtainable at the village
library on the subject, and set to work.
Their principal drawback was a
work-shop — they both had small shops
that would do for an average piece of
work, but neither was large enough for
their new undertaking. Jerry suggest-
ed that the barn loft would be a good
place, but as his father had already or-
dered his winter supply of hay, that
was out of the question. Jake had an
uncle living on the next street who he
knew had just the place in his attic
that he needed, but the boys hardly
dared to ask him for it. He was get-
ting along in years, and did not like
to be disturbed by boys meddling with
such 'freaky things as airships; but
nevertheless they asked him and were
much pleased and more surprised when
he gave them permission, provided they
would only use the rear stairs, and
make no more noise than necessary.
It was a large roomy attic, extending
the length of the whole house, and just
the place they wanted. After they had
built their airship, they could not get
it out, of course, but there was a large
flat balcony surrounding the syklight,
and they planned to launch it from
this. School had closed for the sum-
mer, so all their spare time was spent
in the attic, and the ship rapidly took
shape. It was by no means a full sized
ship, scarcely ten feet from tip to tip,
but they had great hopes of its ability
to fly. The only thing that disturbed
them was the motor. The other mate-
rials for the ship were not very expen-
sive, but they could not secure a motor
without considerable expense, but still
they worked faithfully on and trusted
to chance to supply a motor.
At last, late in August the airship
was completed. They still had no
motor, but everything else had been
completed. That afternoon they had
taken it apart, and raising the pieces
through the skylight, had set it up
again upon the roof. That evening
when the uncle returned, he seemed to
be worried about something. After
thinking awhile, he said, "I have got
to be out until late to-night, and I wish
you boys would stay and kind of look
out for things. You know Nellie has
gone away for a few days, and I do
not like to leave things alone. I have
some very important papers in my
desk, that I should not like to lose."
Accordingly, the boys stayed over
night in their uncle's house. The eve-
ning passed slowly, and they "turned
in" about ten o'clock. They did not
sleep in any of the chambers, but went
up to the work-shop — perhaps they
wanted to be nearer their ship which
they were going to try out in the morn-
The boys were both tired, but the re-
sponsibility they felt regarding the val-
uable property below kept them from
sleeping very soundly, and they both
awoke with a start when they heard a
sound of breaking glass downstairs.
"Somebody's after the papers," cried
Jake in a hoarse whisper. "Go tele-
phone for the police."
But as the telephone was in the same
room as the papers, this seemed rather
inconvenient just at that time. They
listened intently, and heard indistinct
footfalls below; no doubt whoever was
in the house expected to find it entirely
empty, for he did not hesitate about
"What shall we do?" cried Jerry.
"We must hurry or he will get them
and escape, and then won't Uncle Jake
give it to us. You know he locked the
library door before he left, so we can't
get into the room, unless we go in the
same way the thief did."
"I know ; the glider. It will hold me
until I get to the ground, I know,"
"Don't you do it — you will break
your neck," warned Jerry.
It seemed different now when the
time had come to actually test the air-
ship, but his friend was already on the
roof, so he followed quickly.
"Here!" cried Jake, "Help me lift
this railing aside, then give me an easy
push. Hurry!" He did as he was bid-
den, and Jake climbed into the car.
"Push when I say ready," he whis-
No wonder his teeth chattered; it
takes a good deal of confidence in one's
machine to go off of a three-story roof in
the daylight; but at night time it
seemed four times as bad. But he
thought of his uncle's faith in him, and
gritting his teeth cried, "Ready!" At
first the glider fell like a shaft, then
as the outspread planes caught the
breeze, she slowed up a trifle and rode
steadily down. Jake did not try to
steer ; there was not time for that. He
trusted to luck to land safely, and to
tell the truth, that was about all he
could do. But luck did land him right
side up, and he jumped out long be-
fore the car had stopped flitting across
"Hurry, Mike, get up!" he cried
softly at the hired man's window in the
stable. "There is somebody in the
house. Telephone for the police,
Mike, the man of all work about the
place, responded quickly, and the po-
lice were notified in a very few seconds.
Then the man and boy ran around to
the library window. All seemed as
usual. The panes were not broken in,
and everything appeared to be quiet.
Mike was inclined to be skeptical. "I
don't see any thief," he said. "Where
But Jake was not convinced. "We'll
go in and see," he said.
He went around to the rear door, the
key to which Jake usually kept in his
pocket, as it led directly to the attic,
and entered quietly.
All seemed well in the kitchen, but
as they turned on the lights in the
dining room, they saw their thief in
the midst of his spoils. There, directly
in front of the sideboard, lay the frag-
ments of a huge punch bowl; several
glasses also added to the litter, several
quarts of punch were flowing about the
wreckage, and in the midst of it all the
family cat stood innocently blinking
at the lights. The boys had forgotten
to feed her, and I suppose she thought
she would see what she could do for
By this time the police had arrived,
and were somewhat provoked when
they learned it was only a fake alarm.
The boys were still explaining to them
how it happened when Uncle Jack
rushed in; some one had told him his
house was afire. He listened carefully
to the whole story and grunted his
approval of their conduct. He was a
man of few words and seldom spoke
unless absolutely necessary, but his
gratitude was plainly felt when a few
days later, Jake was notified that a six-
cylinder engine had arrived, addressed
to him, at the freight house. He
guessed who had ordered it and hur-
ried quickly to his uncle's house, but
the good man would listen to no thanks,
and concluded his outburst of gratitude
by locking him out of the room. It is
needless to say that the boys were much
pleased with their motor and the flying
ability of their airship.
E. J. '16.
The Latest Historian.
Wherever there is a big fire, a fight,
a war, or anything of importance, the
man with the moving picture camera
is much in evidence. He is usually a
young fellow and a gentleman until
you step between his camera and pic-
ture, then his language is not all "that
could be desired. A future president
of the United States, if he wishes to,
can see the actual events which caused
the holiday he is celebrating, for all
important events are being taken on
moving picture films and stored in
moisture-proof, fire-proof, and dust-
proof vaults. In the recent war with
Mexico, thousands of feet of film were
taken of every part, from the loading
of supplies to the disembarking of the
marines and the occupation of Vera
Cruz. If you are fortunate enough to
obtain official permission, you can see
all this at the Navy department, where
the films are kept.
Of course the movie man is a dare-
devil or he wouldn't face a rain of
bullets with only a camera. Hardly
one went to Vera Cruz who was not
under fire, while those who were with
Villa, Gonzales, Coy, and a dozen or so
other Federal leaders, who tried to
stop the advance of the Eebels, turned
the crank for days at a time to the
whine of bullets and the boom of burst-
ing shells. They did it for the fun of
getting the picture and fifty dollars a
week or less. One man who was at
Torreon was under fire for three days.
He took pictures from a box car until
a bullet broke the tripod of his camera,
then he left that, fixed the tripod, and
took some street fighting, being chased
two blocks by the Rebels in his escape.
He was without food for three days in
his retreat to the capital and lost his
camera, but he saved the film. Then
he went to Vera Cruz and got another
camera. When the Americans took the
city, he fled with the Federals and so
got both sides of the story.
So much for Mexico. In our own
country there is scarcely an undertak-
ing of even local interest, which has
not been flashed on the screen. A big
fire, a steamboat disaster, a railroad
wreck, an automobile race, are mag-
nets which draw the movie man for
miles. When Salem, Massachusetts,
burned, several camera men obtained
excellent pictures. One, however, left
his camera for a moment to help an
aged man, and lost all his film except
a few hundred feet.
Amateurs, of whom there are several
thousand in the United States, flood
the offices of the manufacturers with
worthless pictures, just as amateur
writers flood the editors of magazines
with worthless stories. About ten per
cent of the pictures are accepted. Most
are either spoiled in the making or are
of too local a character. Occasionally
a big thing happens and the amateur
gets it. For instance, when the Empress
of Ireland went down in the St. Law-
rence river, an amateur happened to
be on hand when the fog lifted and
got the pictures of all there was left.
A few years ago, manufacturers used
to pay large sums for the privilege of
being the sole one to take pictures of
some great event. In nineteen twelve
a man paid four thousand dollars for
the sole right to take pictures of the
World Series baseball games. Another
man rented the roof of a nearby build-
ing and with a long distance lens got
better pictures of the games than the
other. The man minus four thousand
dollars promptly went to law, but the
judge decided he had not only lost his
four thousand but must pay the costs.
This put an end to concessions.
The movie man has his limitations.
When the aeroplane was first invented,
it was thought that it would be an ex-
cellent opportunity for pictures, but it
was found nearly impossible to secure
good ones, because of the constant rock-
ing of the planes, and the vibration of
the engine. From a balloon they are
better, but not an entire success and
probably never will be.
W. E. C. '16.
Ye Pembroke High.
On the road as you come down
Through the center of the town,
You will find upon your right
A pretty and most pleasing sight.
For located here is Pembroke High
Looming and towering into the sky.
Behold ! The stately grove of trees
One opposite the building sees,
The lawn, the hedge, and other things
Which give this school its beauty tinge,
And then, far off the wondrous view,
The hills and dales, the sky _ of blue.
And many towns are hid within
The acres of this leafy green;
Of course, their schools are all worth
But Pembroke's got them skun a mile.
W. F. S. '17.
Six Years Hence.
There is among the students of Pem-
broke High School a certain individual
who, outclassed by none in his capacity,
is making marked progress in the line
of civil engineering. Already he has
been engaged in small undertakings
with promising results, and for odd
jobs to take up his spare time he fills
the place of surveyor. In six years he
will have finished his high school and
a four years' college course, immedi-
ately after which a successful business
opening will be established in his home
town, Bryantville. A little later, branch
offices are put up in Plymouth, Han-
over, and Rockland, and in the course
of three years he will have more work
than he can rightfully attend to, but
he works incessantly until he receives,
a warning in the form of sickness. Re-
gretfully he gives up his work for a
while, but beginning again too soon,
he quickly finds himself in the same
position as before, only a great deal
worse. Constantly under doctors' care,
he gradually becomes better, but they
tell him not to work for a year or more.
Completely discouraged by this great
setback, he falls into the clutches of
nervous prostration, which immediately
leads to his being sent to Europe with
doctors and nurses. Here he seems to
remain in a normal condition, but does
not regain his health as he did before,
and he is constantly longing for this
country and its beloved charms. The
doctors, after several consultations, de-
cide to bring him home where he seems
to get better by jumps and leaps. At
the end of six weeks he is working and
accomplishing as much as before. The
doctors say nothing, though greatly
mystified concerning his recovery, and
suppose that it is due to their devoted
He is visited a little later, and is re-
quested to take the position of chief
government surveyor and territorial
draftsman. Overjoyed at the prospects,
he accepts and works in Washington for
five years filled with happiness, return-
ing occasionally to visit his family and
friends in Bryantville. At the end of
his stay at the capital, he is sent to hold
the same position out West, but with
doubled salary. His headquarters are
located at a place named Caseville, a
town which springs up under his super-
vision and influence.
One day, while reading the paper,
the man who is the chief doctor of the
recovered patient notices this testimon-
ial in an advertisement: —
Dear Mr. Case: — After six weeks'
treatment I realize of what value your
medicine might be to the public if they
knew of it, so I write these few words
for their benefit as well as yours. I
was wholly cured of a sickness, based
on nervousness, which the doctors could
not cure. I took eighteen months' treat-
ment with them which availed nothing,
while, as I have said, six weeks' treat-
ment of "Case's Regal Rheumatic
Pills," brought immediate relief and a
W. F. S. '17.
As I approach the mill, the first pic-
turesque object seen is the mill pond.
When standing on the opposite side
from the mill, I have a fine view. The
edge fringed with alders, and all kinds
of other bushes can be seen, which turn
into the most beautiful colors in au-
tumn time, and also here and there a
majestic maple lifts up its head to
view, rivaling its beauty with the dark
color of its pine tree background. As
I walk nearer to the mill, the roar of
the water rushing through the waste-
gate can be heard. The mill itself is
a large cumbrous affair, almost falling
to pieces, with trees and vines growing
all about it. Most of the shingles have
fallen off of the roof, making the mill
have a very antique appearance. Every
once in a while a swallow, whose nest
is in on the rafters, flits through the
paneless window near the roof, then
comes out again to join its compan-
ions, who are flitting and circling
around, sometimes within an inch of
A. C. S. '17.
Character of Ben Hur.
Ben Hur was a young man, quite tall
and very dark. He had a lithe and
athletic figure, and his muscles were
very strong. His features were rather
sharp and dusky, showing that he was
a Jew by birth. His hair was black
and straight, and it was always combed
in a becoming style. He was careful
of his dress, because he belonged to a
wealthy family in Palestine.
Ben Hur had a playmate, whom he
loved dearly, and that love had been
returned. Messala had been to Rome,
studying to be a soldier, and he had
come back again very different from
what he was when he went away. Now
he scorned the Jewish nation, and ridi-
culed Ben Hur. This was a sad blow
to Ben Hur, because he expected him
to be the same as when he went away.
Ben Hur's love was very sorrowfully
blighted, and he was crushed under his
disappointment. He was a young and
innocent youth, trusting completely in
Messala, and for the first time his faith
was shaken, and he did not know how
to grapple with his sorrow. From now
on, Messala and Ben Hur must be as
strangers to each other, and Ben Hur
was deeply wounded. After the sad
interview with Messala, Ben Hur went
home and poured the whole tale out to
his mother. He was like a little child
seeking comfort from its mother, and
he found it. After a long talk with her
he told her of a long cherished desire.
He was very ambitious and wanted to
go to Borne to study to be a soldier.
This was his main aim in life, and he
could hardly wait until he was old
enough to go.
About the time of this talk with his
mother, the Roman Governor passed
the streets of Palestine in front of Ben
Hur's home, and he went to the edge
of the roof to see him. As he leaned
over the railing, a tile fell and stunned
the Governor. Quickly, officers came
and took his mother and sister away to
prison, and him to the life of a galley
slave. He tried in every way to shield,
them from the officers, but they would
not listen. He loved his mother and
sister, and he was very sorrowful be-
cause he could not help them. No
thought for himself entered his mind,
only for the other two. The hope to be
a soldier was crushed for the time, be-
cause those who are galley slaves are
considered the same as dead. They are
chained to the ships and made to row
the boats in time, until they are dulled
to every other sense, but the ceaseless
motion of the oars. But Ben Hur had
a strong will-power, and he determined
to keep his mind from that condition.
He had hopes of being free some day,
and he was more fortunate than the
other slaves. He was not chained, be-
cause the owner of the boat liked him.
Through his mind ran a desire for
revenge upon Rome. He was more
anxious than ever to be a soldier. He
made up his mind that he would make
Rome teach him how to reek vengance
uoon her. The opportunity was nearer
than he thought. In a battle on sea
he and the master escaped, and the
owner made Ben Hur his son. He
went to Rome and very zealously he
studied, and progressed rapidly. No
part of the art was left unstudied by
him, and he became an excellent sol-
When his studies were completed, he
went back to Palestine. In his heart
still ran the desire for revenge. He
met an Egyptian girl and a Jewish
girl. At first he thought he was in
love with the fair Egyptian, and he
was very ardent, and devoted to her.
He was happy, but running through
his happiness was a sadness and long-
ing for his own people. The Egyptian
scoffed at this devotion, and Ben Hur
discovered that he did not love her, but
the Jewish maiden. Day by day his
new love grew, and absorbed his whole
About the time of his return from
Borne there was going to be a chariot
race, and Messala was a contestant.
Ben Hur saw at once that here was a
grand opportunity to humilate Rome
and ruin Messala. He trained his
horses until they were in excellent con-
dition. He had a knack of making
anything bend to his will, not through
fright, but through love for him. Pa-
tience was his motto, and he followed
it very closely. Finally the day of the
race dawned clear and bright, and the
contestants looked very beautiful in the
sun light. At the last round Ben Hur
ran into Messala's chariot and broke
it, thus winning the race. This was
not consistent with his character. It
was below Ben Hur generally but he
was so anxious to win the race that he
let his desire overrule his judgment.
There had been many bets on the race,
and Messala's followers were heavily
in debt; but Ben Hur was relentless
and exacted the last cent from them.
He might have been more merciful, but
no, he was firm.
One redeeming virtue was his zeal-
ousness in following Christ. Many
times he was disappointed, but he did
not falter. His faith was strong and
he believed. All this time he kept up
the search for his people, and when he
found them, he did not forget to thank
his Master for his joy. Through all
his troubles and misfortunes, through
all his baser and more degrading ac-
tions, there ran a faithfulness to all
his people and a loyalty to his God.
H. C. '15.
Horace Taylor was noted as the
meanest man in town. When anyone
had business dealings with him, he
always felt as though he was being
cheated. He lived in an old, ram-
shackle house which rumor said had
been inhabited by his ancestors since
they first came to America. He kept
two lean cows, an old horse, and a
small flock of hens regularly, but in
the course of trading, sometimes ob-
tained a large amount of stock. At
the time at which I write, his family
consisted of his wife and a boy of about
fourteen summers. One evening upon
going to the hen roost, he discovered
that three White Rock hens were miss-
ing. This worried him very much, but
instead of trying to find the missing
hens, he concluded at once that some of
the neighbors had stolen them. He
went into the house for a coat, and
while in there his boy asked for a half
dollar to buy a new hat. After growl-
ing a while, the father finally handed
over a quarter, and shoved his pocket-
book back into his pocket. As he had
nothing better to do at the time, he
concluded to go over to neighbor
Smith's henyard. He knew there was
no fear of detection, as he had seen Mr.
Smith drive by with his dog about
thirty minutes before.
When he reached neighbor Smith's,
he did not hesitate to enter another
man's hen house, but slammed open
the door and marched in. Once in
there, the thought of the consequences
if he were caught struck him, and he
started to the roosts in a hurry to find
out whether he was right or not. Since
it was nearly dark, he could not see
very well, and he hit his foot against
an iron feed dish. He landed at full
length, knocking over a pail of muddy
water as he struck. The water, as it
ran out of the pail, formed a large
pool, in the middle of which was poor
Mr. Taylor. Naturally such a commo-
tion awoke the hens that before had
been sleeping peacefully, and such a
disturbance was never before known in
the hen house. Mr. Taylor began to
use language not fit for publication, but
stopped suddenly, choked by the thick
dust which filled the hen house. Fi-
nally the tumult partly subsided, and
Mr. Taylor rose to a sitting position.
Just then the rooster — perhaps mis-
taking Taylor's head for the roost —
landed on the very top of his head,
spurs first, and emitted an exceeding-
ly loud crow. This was too much for
poor Mr. Taylor; picking up his hat
which was half full of water and clap-
ping it on his head, with muddy water
running down all over him, he started
on the run for home.
Upon entering the house, other dif-
ficulties presented themselves. His
wife asked where he had been, and not
wanting to tell the truth, he said that
he had just fallen into the brook. He
then went to change his clothes, but
more troubles were in store for him. He
discovered that he had lost his pocket-
book, and what was worse, the ten dol-
lars and sixty-two cents which were in
it! This he decided must have been
lost when he fell down, and he made
up his mind to go over and try to find
it. This time he took the lantern, so
that he would have no more difficul-
ties. It was now about ten o'clock so
the neighbor and dog were home and
in bed. Taylor reached the hen house
door in safety, but since the hinges were
rusty, it squeaked quite loudly when
he opened it. Naturally this awoke
the dog, and he began to bark. Neigh-
bor Smith poked his head out of the
window, and in a loud voice demanded
who was there. Eeceiving no answer
and seeing the light at the hen house
door, he picked up the shotgun which
always stood in the corner of his room,
and delivered a charge of rock salt.
Taylor was just entering the hen house
when Smith shouted, so he stepped
back from the door. But not daring
to make himself known and not want-
ing to lose the money, he was just step-
ping in when the rock salt struck the
door. It struck with a rattle and crash,
and swung the door against him, blow-
ing out the lantern. As he did not
want to risk another shot, Taylor pick-
ed up the blown out lantern, and ran
home for the second time that evening.
After going home, he sat for about
two hours, trying to think of some way
of getting the money back. He could
think of nothing better than to go over
to Smith's the next morning. Upon
this decision he went to bed. He lay
awake for some time, worrying about
the money and wishing that he could
get it back, but finally he went to sleep.
The next morning he went out and
did the chores as usual, and when he
arrived at the hen house, he found the
three lost White Rock hens trying to
get in. Somehow he did not seem
pleased to find that his neighbor did not
steal them ; and the realization of what
a fool he had been came to him sud-
denly. After finishing the chores and
eating breakfast, he started for neigh-
bor Smith's. He found Smith with
his sleeves rolled up, hard at work at
the wood pile. After talking about
the weather and various other things,
Taylor asked him if he had found any-
thing around there lately. Smith re-
plied that he had found a pocket-book
with some money in it, belonging to a
dirty hen thief. He went on to say
that he had shot at the thief once and
missed him, but that if he caught him
around there again, he would push him
to the full extent of the law. Mr. Tay-
lor had nothing more to say, and a few
minutes later started home, a sadder
but wiser man. He never told anyone
about it, not even his wife, but after
that, he never looked at a neighbor's for
anything until he had first looked at
H. B. J. '16.
Imagine a swamp of large pines,
large for these days, when the lumber-
man's axe has made many a broad
woodland a waste of brush, stumps, and
scrub oaks, standing tall and straight
in the cold winter sunlight, the snow
of a recent storm lying white and
smooth between the trunks and making
a broad, white lane of an old wood
road which ran through them. The
silence, which is particularly noticeable
in the winter wood was unbroken until
a blue jay screamed as if in warning.
Then slipping silently through the
pines from the direction of the bird's
call came a fox. He trotted along with
his head held low and his tail almost
brushing the snow until he reached the
road, where he stopped for a minute,
testing the light breeze, which had
sprung up, for suspicious odors. After
that he got leisurely onto his : feet,
stretched, and trotted off in the woods
on the other side of the road, as silent-
ly as he came.
A half hour later the silence was
broken by the creak of heavy footsteps
on the snow, and a tall man appeared,
walking down the road with a quick,
swinging stride. He was rather rough-
ly dressed and wore a heavy canvas
coat and leggins. On his head was a
woolen cap of the style worn by north-
ern trappers. Under one arm he car-
ried a double-barreled shotgun. This
he leaned against a tree, and proceeded
to thrash his arms, for the morning
was cold. As he stood there, he looked
about and saw the fox track just in
front of him, and picking up his gun,
he stepped to the track and examined
it carefully; then raising his head, he
noted the direction of the wind, and,
changing the shells in his gun, he
started off at a swift walk up the old
road. For a long time he swung along
through a maze of paths, choosing first
one and then another without hesita-
tion until he reached a ridge with a
faint path running along the top of
it. He gave a quick glance at the path
to see if the fox had passed, and gave
a sigh of relief as he saw the path was
free from tracks. Then walking to a
thick clump of bushes, he went behind
them, brushed the snow from an old
6tump, and seated himself with his
gun across his knees, loaded and ready.
After the fox crossed the road, he
kept trotting slowly along through the
woods, now and then stopping to sniff
the track of a rabbit or partridge, but
he had had his breakfast, and beyond
satisfying an idle curiosity, he wanted
nothing to do with any of these ani-
mals. Finally he left the swamp and
came to a ridge, the same one in fact,
where the man was watching for him.
When he reached the top, he turned
and went slowly on in the direction of
the hunter, without a suspicion of dan-
The hunter, in the meantime, had
been sitting patiently on his stump,
watching the trail. Once a blue jay lit
on a branch a few feet above his head
and watched him carefully, but as he
sat perfectly quiet, the jay flew away
with a derisive scream. At last some-
thing, reddish brown in color, flashed
in the trees along the path. The man's
eyes narrowed a little as he raised his
gun and waited for an open view of
the same. The fox appeared, still
traveling slowly, and thirty or forty
yards from the gunner, he stopped as
if his suspicions were aroused. He
stood for a second with his head thrown
back listening, and then the roar of a
gun broke the silence, closely followed
by another as the man fired the other
barrel. The fox whirled, ran from the
ridge in long leaps, and vanished among
the pines. The man stood for an in-
stant, then went and examined the
tracks. jSTo telltale drop of blood met
his gaze, and he muttered a curse as
he drew the empty shells from his gun
and started for home.
That evening the man stepped to the
door of his house. The moon was
shining brightly, and the snow-covered
fields were light as day, while the
shadows of the woods and buildings
were black as ink. The woods where
the hunt had taken place were dark
and still. Suddenly from the woods
came the sharp bark of a fox. The
man shook his fist at the sound, turned
and entered his house, slamming the
door behind him, and again silence
reigned over the dark, cold woods.
W. E. C. '16.
II n'y a pas long temps qu'une petite
fille voyageait un jour a la Boston sur
le train. Elle n'avait que six ans, et
etait absolument seule. Une dame
dans le banc derriere elle, ayant peur
qu'elle s'effraye, pensa qu' elle lui
"Ma petite enfant, n'avez-vous pas
peur de voyager seule?" elle demanda.
"Non," reponda la petite fille, "je
n'ai pas peur. Mon pere me recontra
quand j'arriverai a Boston."
"Mais supposez que le train s'arre-
terait, et que vous iriez, a pied, et iriez
a pied, et ensuite vous ne trouveriez pas
votre pere; que feriez vous?" demanda
"Mon pere me dit n'avoir pas peur,
quelconque arriverait, parceque Dieu
serait pres de moi," reponda la jeune
Bien ne se dit plus, mais la dame re-
garda avec un oeil la jeune fille pour
voir qu'elle trouva son pere. Aussitot
que le train arriva a la gare, et s'arreta,
la dame vit un vieux homme chercher
pour quelqu'un. Tout de suite il
decouvrit la jeune fille, il l'embrassa
avec un petit cri de joie. Ensuite avec
l'instinct d'un vrai pere, il regarda la
dame et dit a sa fille,
"Qui est votre amie, Bess?"
La jeune fille regarda son amie et
ensuite dit, "Je ne sais pas, mais je
pense qu'elle doit etre Dieu."
H. C. '15.
The Persistency of Hannibal.
The name of Hannibal was a com-
mon one among the Carthaginians, a
list of those famed include fourteen or
fifteen. Greatest of all was Hannibal,
the son of Hamilcar Barca, who was
born in 247 B. C. When nine years
of age, while with his father on the
famous Spanish expedition, he was led
to the altar and there swore an oath of
eternal hatred against the Roman peo-
ple and the Roman state as a whole,
which he so faithfully kept throughout
his life. He was held in high esteem
by the soldiers, and an example of this
is shown, when at the death of Has-
drubal the army with one voice elected
him as their leader, an appointment
which was met with immediate approval
by the authorities at Carthage. He es-
tablished among his soldiers a repu-
tation of bravery and of strategic skill
of handling his troops properly at close
quarters. An example of this is shown
when besieging the city of Sargantum,
he for eight months kept up an inces-
sant attack against the city, and at the
end through his persistency won a com-
Hannibal, having taken measures for
the defense of Africa and Spain during
his absence, mobilized an army consist-
ing of 90,000 foot soldiers and 12,000
horsemen. With this army Hannibal
proposed a most difficult feat, to under-
take a perilous journey across the Alps,
then to descend into the valley of the
Po and attack the Romans from the
north. Hitherto such a thing as cross-
ing the Alps with an army was deemed
impossible. Up to this time no man
had ever undertaken such a thing, but
Hannibal's undaunted courage which
had carried him through many a grim
campaign was with him, and he suc-
ceeded in the passage of the Alps in
fifteen days. During this march his
men withstood terrible suffering and
when Hannibal descended into the
valley of the Po, he had but 26,000
men left, and with these he proposed to
attack the Roman state, consisting of
seven hundred thousand men.
After resting his men for a few
days, he met the Roman army under
Scipio on the banks of the river Tic-
inus, and there put to flight the entire
Roman army which met with many
The greatest battle of his career was
at the battle of Cannae. Here with his
small army he completely annihilated
the Roman army composed of 90,000
men. Forming a solid mass he charged
against their columns and surrounding
them slaughtered 50,000 men, includ-
ing many men of note in Rome. His
great military ingenuity, his ability to
handle troops in a manner which made
defeat almost impossible was never be-
fore shown to such an advantage. The
Battle of Cannae is called the turning
point in the career of Hannibal.
At the battle of Metaurus, fought on
the banks of the Metaurus River, Has-
drubal, while attempting to carry aid
to his brother, suffered a defeat at the
hands of the Romans and his head was
cut off and brought to Hannibal upon
a tray. Hannibal, gazing on the fea-
tures of his lifeless brother slowly
shook his head as he said, "Carthage, I
read thy fate."
At Zama, Hannibal suffered his first
and last defeat. Here his army of
20,000 men were unmercifully slaught-
ered by the army of Scipio. This bat-
tle practically ended the Second Punic
War, and peace was declared between
the two warring nations. Seeing that
he was to be a victim of the war, Han-
nibal fled to Prusias, King of Bithynia,
and while there gained a naval victory
over the King of Pergamos.
He at length was demanded to be
surrendered to the Romans, and rather
than to be killed by the race which he
had hated since his boyhood, he took
poison which he always carried with
him for such an emergency.
Hannibal was a man whom all his
countrymen loved and respected, who,
while laboring under many difficulties,
unceasingly fought for what he deemed
the right — a man of rare military in-
genuity, capable of manoeuvring stra-
tegic moves at the proper time. His
ability to grasp the situation and carry
through perfectly, plans which other
leaders would claim impossible, was re-
markable. To Hannibal "impossible,"
was an impossible word. His great
ability, already shown, made Hannibal
a great general, and places him in the
list of the greatest leaders.
A. H. D. '18.
On the night of November 12th the
Athletic Association of the High School
held a supper in the Methodist Vestry,
Bryantville. The supper was well at-
tended by parents, friends, and the
scholars, and was a great success, both
socially and financially. After the sup-
per games were played which were en-
joyed by all. Much credit is due to the
able way in which the food and coffee
were handled by Mrs. F. W. Snow, Mrs.
W. T. Johnson, Mrs. A. Graham, and
Mrs. C. E. Crowell. Thanks are
especially due Mr. Walter Kilbrith, who
gave the coffee and also to his wife, who
prepared it most excellently. The
waiters were members of the Associa-
The pupils of the P. H. S. held a
private social, January 22, 1915, under
the supervision of the three teachers,
in Assembly Hall, Pembroke, Mass.
Nearly all of the pupils were present,
and every one enjoyed himself. There
were games of every kind, which were
played by the pupils with much enthus-
iasm, and many popular songs were
sung, accompanied on the piano by Miss
Mildred Dunn. There was an inter-
mission, during which ice cream and
cake were served by the boys- of the
school. More games were played after
the intermission and dancing was en-
joyed. The social broke up at ten
With the exception of five persons
the whole school turned out in a body
for the pung ride on the evening of
February 5. The route from Bryant-
ville led through the Indian Fields
Road to Pembroke, thence to Hanover
and Rockland by way of North Pem-
broke, where another two-horse load
joined us. The crowd was well sup-
plied with bells and horns, and it is
needless to say there was no difficulty
in keeping the road ahead clear. At
Rockland the crowd dispersed for half
an hour and made a raid on all the drug
stores and confectionery stands in
sight. Several times we had to turn
up our coat collars and meekly endure
a gauntlet fire of snowballs from the
youths of Rockland, who regard all
sleighing parties as easy marks; but
we all survived without serious injury.
On April 23th the senior class held
an entertainment at which the follow-
ing program was given: —
Song, "Lullaby," High School Chorus
Song, "Spring Song," Girls' Chorus
Solo, "Gypsy Song," Alice Gerow
Song, "Questions," Girls' Chorus
Farce — "Thirty Minutes for Refresh-
ments," with the following cast of
characters : —
John Downley, Bachelor,
John Foxton, Young Groom,
Major Pepper, Major in the Army,
Clarence Fitts, Colored Porter,
Mrs. Foxton, Foxton's Wife,
Arabella Pepper, Major Pepper's Sis-
ter, Lucia Whitman
Polly Patton, Waitress at Highland
Station, Hazel Chapman
After the entertainment dancing was
enjoyed until twelve o'clock.
On the evening of May 20th, "Thirty
Minutes for Refreshments" was re-
peated, with the same cast of charac-
ters as before, in the Bryantville Fire
Station for the benefit of the senior
class. Before the play a reading by
Miss Ethel Graham and solos by Mr.
Henry Woods were given. Dancing
took place from nine until twelve.
The Pembroke High School Alumni
Association held its thirteenth annual
reunion and business meeting at As-
sembly Hall, Pembroke. The reunion
was well attended by the graduates and
their friends. The program, which
consisted of selections by Clarke's or-
chestra of Kingston, singing by the
Flavell twins of Hanover, and read-
ings by Mr. Arthur Winslow of West
Duxbury, was excellent and enjoyed by
all. Dancing followed the concert. At
the business meeting the following offi-
cers were elected : President, Miss Fio-
rina M. Collamore; vice president,
Chester A. Douglas; secretary and
treasurer, Mrs. Florence Bowers; exec-
utive committee, Mrs. Nellie Chandler,
John C. LeFurgey, Guy Baker, Mrs.
Granville Thayer, Herbert L. Shep-
Ernest Hapgood, graduated from
Brown University; head master of
Girls' Latin School, Boston.
Mrs. Wendell 0. Hawes (nee Lucy
M. Grant), graduated from State Nor-
mal School Bridgewater, also from
State Normal School, Los Angeles,
California. Resides in Los Angeles.
Mrs. R. W. Lincoln, (nee Ellen L.
Crafts), graduated from State Normal
School, Bridgewater, 1898. Lives in
Willard Clifton Estes, Pembroke.
William Irwin Thompson, B,. A.,
graduated from Harvard University,
1903. Employed by the U. S. Forestry
Department. Lives in Ogden, Utah.
Mrs. Richard Meady (nee Addie
Damon) South Hanover.
Clyfton Douville Dunham, respons-
ible position in bank, Framingham.
Mrs. Chris Olson, (nee Ethel E.
Howland), Tulare, California.
Mrs. Watson Phillips, (nee Rowena
Mrs. Charles Holmes, (nee Daisy
Webster Blakeman, Whitman.
James Appleford, Norwell.
Leroy Jones, Rockland.
Blanche P. Delano, Otter River.
Mrs. Herman Beal, (nee Cora M.
Estes), South Hanson.
Mrs. Donahue, (nee Edith Apple-
Mrs. Aden DeMary, (nee May E.
Mrs. Louis A. Sherman, (nee Ber-
tha Shepherd), Pembroke.
Mrs. Ira Slatcher, (nee Ida B.
Howe), South Hanover.
Mrs. Nightingale, (nee Ina E. Rams-
Kose E. Josselyn, Pembroke.
George B. Bates, works for Adams
Express Co., Brockton.
Foster P. Hatch, works for the New
England Telephone and Telegraph Co.
Joseph W. Church, insurance solici-
tor for Old Colony Trust Co., Pem-
Arthur B. Church, B. A., graduated
from Harvard University, 1906 ; Har-
vard Law School, 1908; practises law
in New York City, New York.
Mrs. Joseph Gilbert, (nee Josephine
Mrs. Paul Harris Drake, (nee Pearl
Harry W. Litchfield, B. A., Ph. D.,
class of 1902, graduated from Harvard
University 1907; is now instructor of
Greek and Latin in Harvard University
and Eadcliffe College.
Mrs. Elmer Haskell, (nee Frances
Ida Bickford, Somerville.
Glorianna Adams, and her sister,
Georgianna, are training as Eed Cross
nurses in a Hospital at Scarborough,
Harry C. Rideout, Dorchester.
Burton C. Rand, chauffeur, Dorches-
Leona M. Foster, graduated from
State Normal School, Bridge-water,
1908. Teacher in Northborough.
Mrs. Frank Thayer, (nee Gertrude
Grace M. Church, B. A., graduated
from Simmons College, 1910, holds im-
portant position in Winsor School for
Girls, Fenway, Boston.
Mrs. Carlton Cushing, (nee Linna
Damon), North Abington.
Mrs. Harold Simmons, (nee Edith
Hobell), North Pembroke.
Mrs. Roland Clemens, (nee Lydia
Mrs. Leroy Merritt, (nee Alice F.
Leroy F. Merritt, graduated from
Brockton Business College; bookkeeper
Geo. E. Keith Co., Campello.
Hilga S. Nelson, graduated from the
Training School of the Providence
Hospital, Providence, R. I.
Blanche A. Stetson, Roxbury.
Otis Crossley, Hanover.
Harry Josselyn, North Pembroke.
Mrs. Harry Mosher, (nee Marion
Mrs." Arthur Smiley, (nee Mary
Turner), South Braintree.
Mrs. Austin Harlow, (nee Josephine
Johnson), Whitman, Mass.
Edwin L. Roberts is in the ice busi-
ness at East Pembroke.
Mrs. W. Wyatt, (nee Ina Roberts),
Newland Holmes, traveling sales-
man, Weymouth Landing, Mass.
Burton Shepherd has undertaking
rooms at Kingston, Mass.
Gertrude Turner, North Pembroke.
Frederick Harry Cole is working for
the Studebaker Automobile Company,
Elsie D. Burgess and Melvin B.
Shepherd were married August 30,
1914. They are now living at Melrose
Miss Emma Foster is living at home,
Granville Thayer is employed at
West's Mill, North Pembroke.
Herbert E. Young has a position in
the Shawmut National Bank, Boston,
Miss Christine E. Burkett graduated
from Bridgewater Normal School last
June and is teaching this year at Mon-
William E. Christie is employed as
Freight Clerk at North Abington,
Francis Arnold has recently pur-
chased a share in a farm at New Dur-
ham, N. H., where he will make a prac-
tical application of the subjects he has
been studying at the New Hampshire
State Agricultural College.
Alberta Chamberlain is employed in
the office of West's Mill at North Pem-
Ethel Graham has recently accepted
a position in the Post Office at Bryant-
Stella Howard will graduate this
year from the Bridgewater Normal
William F. Hopkins is a traveling
salesman for Seyms and Company
wholesale grocers, Hartford, Conn.
Dellena MacKenzie is training as a
nurse at Charlesgate Hospital, Cam-
On November 8, 1914, Miss Dorothy
Le Furgey was married to Granville
Thayer. They are now living in North
Morton E. Arnold, who has been at-
tending the Bryant and Stratton Busi-
ness College, is to spend the summer
with his brother on the farm in New
Lillian G. Bates is at her home in
May V. Bisbee has a position at the
Bryantville News Office.
Hiram L. Bunce has moved to
Brockton where he is employed as a
clerk by the Gulf Refining Company.
James H. Johnson has a position as
shipper with the Hurley Shoe Com-
pany, Rockland, Mass.
Corinne S. Macy is employed by the
Rose Book Bindery, Boston, Mass.
On June 27, 1914, occurred the wed-
ding of Ester Linwood Lyon and Earl
Alliston Simmons. Mr. and Mrs. Sim-
mons are living at North Pembroke.
N. Leslie Roberts is attending the
Bryant and Stratton Business School
George F. Simpson has taken up
electrical wiring and has already wired
many buildings, in this vicinity, for
electric lights. He lives in Hanson.
Frank L. Christie is employed in a
general merchandise store at Hanover.
Ralph H. MacKenzie has a position
with the wholesale and retail company
of J. F. Kimball & Co., 30-31 North
Market street, Boston.
Miss Ellen Olson is at home with
her parents at West Duxbury.
The members of the base ball team
met at the end of the last season, 1914,
and unanimously re-elected Elwood
Johnson to lead the team for 1915.
Johnson came into prominence in
1913, and played a good game at cen-
ter field. Last year he played a great
game at first base, as well as doing good
work at the bat. Ben Donnell was
re-elected manager for 1915. For the
last two seasons he has caught for the
team. At graduation we lost Ralph
MacKenzie, a former captain, and sec-
ond baseman, and a splendid all around
player. Of the freshman class, Clyde
Young and Arthur Donnell are playing
on the regular team.
Pembroke H. S. 7, Brayantville, 2.
April 17th the High School team
played a picked-up team from Bryant-
ville, the score being 7-2 in favor of
the P. H. S. This was the first game
in the season of 1915, but considering
the fact that the day was windy and
cold, and the fellows had not had much
practice, they played a good game and
made things very interesting during
all nine innings. Snow and Burkett
were right there in the infield to stop
things, and Crowell, with a loyal sup-
port in the outfield, held the visiting
team down to two runs.
Batteries: Pembroke; Crowell and
B. Donnell. Bryantville; Russo, Bu-
lange and Hill.
Pembroke H. S. 9, Partridge Academy, 7.
100 or more loyal fans turned out to
see Pembroke play its first regular
game of the season with Partridge
at Duxbury, defeating them 9 to 7.
Partridge put in their second string
pitcher who was knocked out of the box
in the first inning by a series of hits,
and was quickly replaced by Briggs.
Crowell was given great support and
easily held the Partridge sluggers to
five hits and seven runs with a total of
nine bases. The Pembroke boys were
very happy when, in the ninth inning
with two outs and two men on
and "Tommy," the live coach, at bat,
he hit a speedy grounder to Burkett,
who disposed of the runner at first. The
great pitching of Crowell was the fea-
ture of the game, giving one base on
balls and four scratch hits with a total
of seven bases.
Batteries : Pembroke ; Crowell and
B. Donnell. Partridge; Briggs, Carey
and Prince. Strikeouts: Crowell 11,
Briggs 6. Bases on Balls, Crowell 1,
Briggs 2. Umpire, Hartford.
Hanover H. S. 14, Pembroke H. S. 4.
In a loosely played game in which
the errors of Pembroke were the fea-
ture, Hanover High beat Pembroke
High, 14 to 4. The members of the
home team were more or less tired and
unable to do their best work. For the
winners Flavell pitched good ball,
which coupled with Al support, was
able to hold Pembroke to four runs.
Crowell had an off day, allowing ten
bases on balls. The hitting of E. John-
son and Snow, and a spectacular catch
by C. Johnson were the only bright
features of the Pembroke boys' playing.
Batteries: Hanover; Flavell and I.
Hunt. Pembroke; Crowell, Snow and
B. Donnell. Strikeouts, Flavell 8,.
Crowell 13. Bases on Balls, Flavell 3.
Crowell 10. Umpire, Downes.
Pembroke H. S. 11, Marshfield H. S. 7.
Pembroke High beat Marshfield High
11 to 7 at Pembroke. Marshfield came
up amid much din and racket, only to
go home a glum and dejected bunch.
Crowell pitched a star game, striking
out fifteen and giving but four walking
tickets. In this game the hitting of
B. Donnell and Snow was noticeable.
Pembroke knocked the first Marshfield
pitcher out of the box with a series of
Batteries: Pembroke; Crowell, B.
Donnell. Marshfield; Sinnot, Sim-
monds, Taggot. Strikeouts: Crowell
15, Simmonds 3. Bases on Balls,
Crowell 4, Simmonds 5. Umpires,
Pulsifer and Flavell.
Pembroke H. S. 13, Hanover H. S. 11.
In a game that was veritably a slug-
ging match, Pembroke High defeated
Hanover High, 13 to 11. Hanover, ex-
pecting a "walk-over," started with
their third-string pitcher who met his
Nemesis in the first inning, after six
runs had been scored. He was sup-
planted by another, who soon got his
passport. Henderson then went in, and
managed to hold Pembroke to six runs.
Charles Johnson of Pembroke, after a
high fly, ran into a fence and had to
stay out of the rest of the game. Young
was tried second and played a clean,
steady game, catching a difficult fly.
In the ninth inning the score was a
tie, until a single by Crossley and a
three-bagger by E. Johnson brought
things to a crisis. Crossley in stealing
home drew a throw that was wild, and
on this Johnson scored. Hanover re-
tired in the ninth easily. The first
man struck out, the second hit a pop
fly to Young, and the third "whiffed the
Batteries: Pembroke; Crowell and
Donnell. Hanover; Hunt, Henderson,
Howes, Thompson. Bases on Balls,
Crowell 4, Henderson 2, Thompson 2.
Strikeouts; Crowell 9, Henderson 5,
Thompson 4. Umpire, Pulsifer. At-
tendance 100. Time, 1 hour, 40 min-
With four games won, and only one
lost, the prospect certainly looks
bright. We intend to beat Marshfield
easily, Partridge not so easily, but win
from them nevertheless. We hope that
a "rubber" may be played with Han-
E. Johnson, lb.
Graham, A. Donnell, r.f.
B. Donnell, c.
C. Johnson, l.f.
Young has been transferred to sec-
ond, and at Hanover played a good
game. Charles Johnson is getting ev-
erything, as is Crossley. Snow and
Burkett are both playing a good game
at short and third respectively. E.
Johnson and Snow, as of last year, are
leading with the bat. This year we
will lose by graduation B. Donnell,
whose steady catching and hitting have
been such a valuable asset to the team.
But there is much material to be de-
veloped for catcher, so we hope to make
the team of 1916 an improvement even
on the one of 1915.
In your weirdest reveries can you
Snow not drawing pictures.
Graham not lettering.
Crossley not getting A-f in geom-
Burkett and Straight not fooling.
Lucia Whitman getting to school on
Spofford talking to a girl.
Mix not sent out of class daily.
The eighth grade not asking ques-
A blizzard and no school.
A jitney bus for those who have to
stay after school.
A first class carpenter to enlarge the
front door for Frank's convenience.
Money for graduation.
A first class rat catcher.
A safe to keep the Literary Society
A day off to catch herring.
A few more men to be as benevolent
as Mr. Shepherd to the B. B. A.
A school telephone.
Fewer ten cent rings flashing around
the school building.
Visitors and more visitors.
Less Latin Prose Lessons.
A cantata for graduation.
In singing — second sopranos.
Minister — "Dost thou love thy neigh-
Mr. D. — "I try to, but she won't let
Mr. Mac (after a collision with a
stranger)— "Why don't you look where
you are going?"
Stranger — "Why don't you go where
you are looking?"
Overheard in Junior English.
Mr. D.— "Mr. Crossley, what is a
Mr. Crossley — "Something we have
to pass in every month."
John (at supper) — "Mary, did you
make this pudding out of the cook-
Mary — "Yes, dear."
John — "I thought so; here's a piece
of one of the covers."
Mutt — "I never knew before what
they hired the girls to do at the Wal-
tham Watch Factory."
Jeff— "What is it?"
Mutt— "To make faces."
E. S. J. (going into a barber shop)
— "How long before you can shave me,
Pete (after looking him over) —
"About two years."
Miss Clark (speaking on Current
Topic Day) — "They serve five meals a
day on the transatlantic steamships."
Drake (in undertone) — "I am going
to Europe right away."
Johnnie — "Ma, how old is that
Ma — "About three years."
Johnnie — "Turn it out; it is too
voung to smoke."
P. — "Do you not find it a great
thing to have a telephone in your
L. — "Yes, sir, my neighbors tell me
they could not get along without it."
"And this is the pillar of Hercules !"
she said, removing her spectacles.
"Gracious, what is the rest of his bed
clothes like, I wonder?"
Who's Who at P. H. S.
Second out of sight.
Quietest, Lawrence Spofford
Biggest Talker, Walter Crowell
Jolliest, Agnes Christie
Biggest Waist Measure, Herbert Jones
Best Artist, Alvin Straight
Best Pianist, Irene Carter
Alice Gerow and Willard Snow
Best Actor, Arthur Donnell
Amelia Torres and Benjamin Donnell
Most Easily Disturbed, Arthur Graham
Most Practical, Walter Crossley
Most Irresponsible, Kenneth Burkett
Most Reliable, Walter Crossley
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